Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 54
BLAIRE
The hours crawled by, each ticking second intensifying the knot of anticipation in my stomach. The sterile hospital room felt suffocating, its white walls seemingly closing in on me as the silence lingered. Ten hours had passed since the surgery commenced, and the absence of news from the medical team only fueled the whirlwind of anxiety within
me.
I paced the room, the cool linoleum beneath my feet doing little to quell the restlessness. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall echoed the urgency of my thoughts. The weight of the unknown outcome hung in the air, a heavy shroud that draped over every fleeting moment.
Unable to contain
my worry any longer, I approached the reception desk. “Excuse me,” I implored the nurse on duty, desperation evident in my voice, “Is there any update on the surgery? I need to know how he’s doing.”
The nurse, with a compassionate glance, reassured me, “I understand your concern, and I’ll check for any updates. Please give me a moment.”
As I returned to the sterile confines of the waiting room, the passage of time seemed even more elusive. Every unanswered question added a layer of uncertainty, and the hushed conversations of other waiting families served as a stark reminder of the shared. anxiety within these hospital walls.
Finally, the door to the waiting room swung open, and a doctor emerged. My heart sk ipped a beat as I rushed to meet him, a mix of hope and trepidation coursing through my veins.
“Miss Banks?” he inquired, his expression revealing the gravity of the news he carried. “Yes, that’s me,” I replied, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
He took a moment, his eyes searching mine. “The surgery was challenging, but your son is stable. Let’s just hope and pray that nothing will nothing within forty-eight hours, and we are cautiously optimistic about his recovery.”
Relief flooded over me, an overwhelming wave that momentarily left me breathless. “Can I see him?” I managed to ask, my gratitude seeping into every word.
The doctor nodded, understanding the depth of my concern. “Certainly, Mrs. Anderson. He’s in the recovery room. Follow me.”
As we navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the hospital, my heart echoed with a symphony of emotions – gratitude, relief, and lingering anxiety about the crucial forty
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eight hours ahead. The sterile atmosphere of the hospital seemed to blur as I focused on the imminent reunion with my son.
Entering the recovery room, I saw him lying there, still connected to monitors and surrounded by the soft hum of medical equipment. His eyes flickered open approached, and a fragile smile played on his lips.
as I
“Mom,” he whispered, a mix of vulnerability and reassurance in his voice.

The floodgates of my emotions opened, and I reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You made it through, sweetheart,” I said, my words carrying a depth of maternal love and relief.
The doctor, giving us a moment, quietly exited the room, leaving us immersed in the intimate cocoon of the recovery space. The next forty-eight hours held the promise of continued stability and the cautious optimism we desperately clung to.
For now, I’ve chosen to delay returning to my hotel, and, in an effort to thwart Sebastian’s attempts to trace me, I’ve powered down my phone. I left with the two million dollars he handed over, Sebastian, with his adamant declaration that he’d his money’s worth, wouldn’t appreciate it going to waste.
get
However, the urgency of Blaze’s situation compelled me to keep a low profile, evading Sebastian’s reach temporarily. My intention isn’t to vanish indefinitely; rather, I merely seek the time to ensure my son’s safety from potential threats. Once I’m confident that Blaze is secure, I plan to fulfil my end of the agreement. My strategy involves sending my son back to Hawaii before confronting Sebastian. With every passing minute that Blaze remains in the same city as Sebastian, there’s a looming risk of him discovering the truth about our situation.
“Miss Banks, have some coffee, Sylvia’s voice, gentle and comforting, accompanied the warm embrace of a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hands.
“Thanks, Sylvia,” I expressed my gratitude, the fragrant aroma of the coffee enveloping me. Sylvia, a recent addition to our lives, felt like an angel sent to us in our time of need. Despite the relatively short duration of her employment, she had already proven to be more than just a caretaker. She treated Blaze as if he were her own, radiating genuine care and concern that extended beyond the bounds of a professional obligation. It wasn’t just about the money for her. She truly cares about us.
As I sipped the coffee Sylvia had generously offered, warmth spread through me, both
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from the comforting beverage and the genuine care she consistently showered upon us. In the midst of uncertainty and challenges, Sylvia had become a pillar of support.
Blaze, engrossed in his toys nearby, looked up and flashed a small grin. Sylvia’s
presence had brought not just efficiency but a nurturing touch that made our home feel like a haven during tumultuous times.
“Sylvia, your care means a lot to us,” I confessed, setting the coffee cup down. “Blaze is lucky to have you by his side.”
Her warm smile persisted, carrying an authenticity that went beyond the confines of professional duty. “I genuinely care for both of you, Miss Banks. Money is one thing, but seeing you and Blaze safe and happy is my true reward. Besides, Blaze is such a sweet and loving kid. He reminds me of my son that I left in the Philippines.”
The mention of her son brought a tender touch to her expression, a glimpse into the layers of her life that extended beyond the walls of our home. In her eyes, I saw a reflection of a mother’s love, transcending borders and distances.
“I can’t imagine being separated from my son, she continued, her voice softening with a mix of nostalgia and longing. “But knowing I can provide care and love to Blaze makes being away from my own a bit more bearable. It’s like having a piece of home right here.”
Her words resonated, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and the intricate threads that connected us. Sylvia had brought more than her professional skills into our lives; she brought a compassionate heart that made the challenges we faced more surmountable.
“Thank you, Sylvia,” I said sincerely, touched by the depth of her commitment. “Your presence means the world to us. We’re fortunate to have you.”
“It looks like Blaze is getting better. Though I don’t see him going home anytime soon, but at least he’s definitely out of danger,” Sylvia commented,
“Yeah, and that’s more than enough for me.
“Go d is with him, Miss Banks.
“Blaire. Please call me Blaire,” I told her.
She then smiled before nodding gently in confirmation. It’s been one week since Blaze’s surgery, and everything is going well. Now that everything is fine here, I think it’s time for me to face Sebastian.
After I finished my coffee, I grabbed my bag and prepared to leave.
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“You’re going somewhere, mommy?” Blaze asked when he noticed me. Sylvia is currently peeling and cutting him some fruit.
“Yes, baby. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.”
“Alright, Mom. Love you. I’ll see you later. Take care and don’t overwork yourself, okay? Love you, Blaze expressed.
I can’t help but smile upon hearing those words from him. “I will. You take care as well, okay? Call me if you need anything,” I said before planting a soft k*ss on his forehead. “I’ll go ahead, Sylvia. Please take care of my son.”
“I will, Blaire. Don’t worry,’ she answered.
After leaving the hospital, I made my way back to the hotel, the urgency of fresh clothes. and a proper shower dominating my thoughts. I wanted to freshen up before going to his office and finally face Sebastian. However, my return to the hotel’s lobby was met with an unexpected turn of events. Two imposing figures come out of nowhere, forcefully grabbing me and unceremoniously shoving me into a black sedan waiting outside the lobby.
As the door slammed shut, my eyes widened in surprise and a tinge of fear when I saw Sebastian inside, his normally composed demeanour replaced by a dark scowl. His intense gaze bore into mine, and the air in the confined space thickened with unspoken tension.
My breath caught in my throat as I became acutely aware of the piercing intensity in Sebastian’s gaze. A subtle gulp betrayed the nervous knot forming in my stomach, a silent acknowledgement of the gravity that hung in the air.
Sebastian’s eyes now bore into mine with an unforgiving scrutiny. The confined space of the car seemed to amplify the weight of the unspoken tension between us, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.
I tried to m